So how does one “Get A Life”?
I know…because I use to have one.
I can try to explain … but mostly it’s all a blur. I believe it was Gary’s 69th birthday and we were enjoying quality time with Kelley and the kids when this delusion suddenly transpired… I am talking as quick as this… “hey, Mom and Dad, ya’ll should get a dog”. In a matter of seconds… Kelley is holding up a picture of a fluffy white puppy, with long chocolate brown floppy ears and softest green eyes you have ever seen. I somewhat remember hearing two little voices echoing somewhere in the background and chanting something that sounded like “YES”! “PLEASE”! “PLEASE”! “PLEASE”! The next thing I recall… I’m staggering into my house holding a chew toy and an 11 lb wobbly little creature. What did she slip into my chardonnay?
Honestly, I had a life! A pretty decent one, so I’m told. Most mornings I got out of bed whenever I felt like it. Most days I walked whenever I wanted to walk and drove to where ever I needed to go. I remember in days gone by I marched myself straight out of the door with no turning back. Well, nix that! I have an INFANT! A 3-month-old, (that finally sleeps through the night praise the Lord)! Nowadays, a puppy is sleeping on my lap for hours. I’m vigorously waving obnoxious squeaky toys, and looking for poop that seems to camouflage into the leaves, as I stand in the wind, and the rain, in the pitch black dark shining the flashlight in search for it. You know THAT’S fun! At night I tiptoe across my creeky floor (at four in the morning) to go to the bathroom and then glide back into the bed, ever so gently, not to disturb the sleeping baby across the hall. Did I behave with such erratic behavior when I had three children? Obsessing over potty training? I don’t remember! Where did I go before Pet Smart? What did I buy before doggy treats? Who did I throw things to?
I know this little pup will not manipulate my life forever…I’ll have a life again someday and have friends again. She will stop chewing the knob on my dresser, and sneaking into my closet for my sneakers. She will stop biting with her razor-sharp teeth and leaping onto the furniture like a trampoline. One day she will take long walks with me (calmly) on a leash…she’ll be my hiking buddy, my road- trip sidekick, and my most loyal companion.
I guess” it’s a dog’s life” after all… I guess I got myself a new best friend…
Good for me and you EmmyLou!
(awe…she just woke up… gotta go!)